Who Are You Calling a Little Girl?

Beneath the shattered mountains, the colossal demonic dragon, thousands of feet long, had vanished without a trace, leaving no sign that it had ever been there.

"Ran away?"

Zi Yan frowned slightly. She had indeed sensed a ripple of spatial energy just now, swiftly fleeing from this place.

"Looks like it really did... It probably realized that you, empowered by the entire Ancient Dragon Grand Formation, were too difficult to handle, so it simply gave up?"

Yao Wan slowly returned to Xiao Yan and Zi Yan's side, then let out a long breath.

Her aura gradually settled, and her cultivation fell from the exaggerated level of a Four-star Dou Sheng back to One-star Dou Sheng.

"Should we pursue?"

Yao Wan could not help asking. She could still grit her teeth and hold on a while longer. The Living Flame had many uses, but as long as she had enough Dou Qi, her injuries could heal in the blink of an eye. When she had held back Saint Gen and Saint Kan earlier, Yao Wan had suffered some minor injuries herself, yet they had immediately been healed during the battle.

Zi Yan silently shook her head. After all, not everyone could still breathe properly after forcibly holding off two Dou Shengs as Yao Wan had.

"We can't catch them... You alone can hold them back, but trying to win..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Before Zi Yan could finish, the golden liquid in her palm, condensed into a longsword, slowly rippled. It began to seep back into her fair fingertips from the blade, bit by bit, until it finally vanished without form. She could no longer hold on, and a dazzling spray of blood shot from her lips.

As that glaring crimson spray burst forth, Zi Yan's entire body went limp, and she